o by the by

o by the by
has anyone seen
little you-i
who stood on a green
hill and threw
his wish at blue

with a swoop and a dart
out flew his wish
(it dived like a fish
but it climbed like a dream)
throbbing like a heart
singing like a flame

blue it took my
far beyond far
and high beyond high
bluer it took your
but bluest it took our
away beyond where

what a wonderful thing
is the end of a string
(murmus little you-i
as the hill becomes nil)
and will somebody tell
me why people let go

E. E. Cummings